Chapter 100: Witnessing the Power of Firearms

Chapter 100: Witnessing the Power of Firearms

Peng Wang sat by a blazing fire, lost in thought, amidst the group. Upon noticing this, Zhou Laoba and Zhang Qing approached to keep him company.

Zhang Qing, known for her straightforwardness, spoke her mind without hesitation.

"Boss, I think those black-clad men were after Mo Jiuya. It's unfortunate that our two brothers got caught in the crossfire," she said.

Peng Wang glanced at Zhang Qing, his tone somewhat stern.

"You don't need to tell me that; it's common sense to everyone."

Undeterred by Peng Wang's demeanor, Zhang Qing continued.

"Boss, Mo Jiuya and his wife haven't returned yet. I fear the worst has befallen them."

Upon hearing this, tears brimmed in Zhou Laoba's eyes.

Upon hearing of He Zhiran's perilous situation, an inexplicable pain pierced his heart as if needles were stabbing it.

How could such a fine woman meet with misfortune?

Fortunately, the darkness hid the tears welling in the corners of his eyes from both Peng Wang and Zhang Qing. Otherwise, Peng Wang would undoubtedly scold him severely.

Peng Wang sighed, "It's been a whole day. If they were coming back, they should have returned by now."

His words held a subtle implication that he believed both He Zhiran and Mo Jiuya had met their demise.

Zhang Qing continued, "Boss, if that's the case, are we to resume our journey tomorrow?"

Peng Wang nodded. "We've already lost too much time on this assignment. We must set out early tomorrow morning."

Zhou Laoba, who had remained silent until now, felt a sharper pang in his heart upon hearing they would leave the next day.

"Boss, can we wait one more day? I plan to go out and search for them."

Peng Wang's gaze turned inquisitive as he looked at Zhou Laoba.

By the flicker of the flames, one could discern the faint traces of tears on Zhou Laoba's face.

Without even thinking, it was clear that this fellow was stubborn and still held onto his feelings for the Hes.

"Laoba, don't dwell on what you shouldn't. You can trust your brother's words; otherwise, only you will suffer in the end."

Zhou Laoba certainly understood the implications of Peng Wang's words.

But he couldn't let go. No matter how he felt, it was He Zhiran who had saved his life back then. Now, with He Zhiran and Mo Jiuya's fate unknown, he wouldn't be able to continue on this journey without a clear conscience.

"Boss, tomorrow, you all should proceed with the journey. I'll stay here to search for their tracks."

Peng Wang knew Zhou Laoba's temperament. Though he appeared cunning at times, once he set his mind to something, not even ten oxen could pull him back.

He let out a deep sigh. "Very well, then. I'll give you three days. Regardless of whether you find them or not, you must rejoin the team."

"Relax, Boss. Within three days, I promise I'll catch up with you all."

Zhou Laoba believed that three days would suffice. He refused to believe that two living people could simply vanish into thin air.

At the very least, one must see the person alive, and if they're dead, their corpse must be found.

In the Mo family's camp, although the women had returned to their tents, not a single one could fall asleep.

Especially Elder Madam Mo. In front of others, she dared not show her desolation too obviously. If she were to collapse, these people would have no pillar of support.

Deep into the night, she sat inside her tent, occasionally lifting the curtain to look outside, hoping for a miracle that her son and daughter-in-law would return safely.

Mo Hanyue got up and nestled in Elder Madam Mo's arms.

"Mother, Ninth Brother and Ninth Sister-in-law won't abandon us."

Elder Madam Mo affectionately stroked her daughter's head. "Mm, they will definitely come back."

...

Inside the space, Mo Jiuya and He Zhiran were also sleepless.

Recalling the assassination attempt earlier, if Mo Jiuya had also possessed a machine gun like hers, both of them could have fired simultaneously from a distance. Perhaps then, Mo Jiuya wouldn't have been severely injured, and she wouldn't have been forced to jump off the cliff.

Thus, He Zhiran felt it necessary to enlighten Mo Jiuya about the usage of these firearms. If they ever encountered similar dangers in the future, he would have an extra means of survival.

Seeing He Zhiran lug over a pile of peculiar metal objects, Mo Jiuya immediately perked up. Some of them were familiar, as he had witnessed He Zhiran using them before.

"Are all these your weapons?"

He Zhiran first presented the machine gun she had utilized that day.

"This is called a machine gun. It can fire continuously, making it ideal for situations with numerous enemies."

As she spoke, she demonstrated before Mo Jiuya how to operate the machine gun and load ammunition.

For someone seasoned in battles, encountering such weaponry was akin to discovering a precious treasure, stirring excitement within him.

Wanting to emulate He Zhiran, Mo Jiuya attempted to rise and pick up the machine gun. However, his numerous wounds hindered him; any slight movement sent searing pain through his body.

Observing Mo Jiuya's pained expression, He Zhiran promptly stopped his movement.

"You can't move yet. There are plenty of these machine guns. When you're fully recovered, you can play with them all you want. Even if you use them for hunting, I won't feel the slightest bit of regret."

Indeed, He Zhiran wouldn't feel any remorse. When she faced those black-clad men earlier, she had exhausted the bullets in her machine gun and didn't want to waste time reloading; thus, she would simply fetch a new one from her space. As a result, there were already more than ten identical machine guns in her possession.

Mo Jiuya couldn't help but feel a slight sense of disappointment for not being able to hold a machine gun himself.

But he was also aware that his wounds were too numerous, and it was indeed unwise to engage in strenuous activities too soon.

"We have a deal. Once my injuries heal, you'll definitely give me one of these machine guns," he promised.

He Zhiran hadn't expected this man to be so fond of the weapons in her space; his tone had become somewhat childlike.

Amused, she fetched another weapon – a sniper rifle.

"This is called a sniper rifle. Its key feature is its accuracy and long-range capabilities, making it ideal for long-distance assassinations."

After that, she retrieved a delicate and compact mini pistol.

"This is perfect for carrying on one's person as a means of self-defense."

"And this one is an incapacitating gun; it can temporarily render someone unconscious. Use this if you want to take someone alive."

The more Mo Jiuya listened, the more intrigued he became. If these weapons had been available in past battles, countless lives could have been spared.

However, he knew that He Zhiran's inventions were too extraordinary and shouldn't be exposed widely. Especially since he was no longer the Duke of National Protection, future battlefields were no longer his concern.

But with these tools in He Zhiran's hands, her safety would be significantly ensured.

After examining these, He Zhiran stumbled upon a large cardboard box containing ten grenades. She had no idea who had placed them in the infirmary, or her encounter with the black-clad men wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Fortunately, both she and Mo Jiuya emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Regardless, the addition of such powerful weapons to the space was beneficial for He Zhiran.

The future held unforeseen circumstances, and these tools would certainly come in handy sooner or later.

She took out a grenade to show Mo Jiuya.

"This is called a grenade. It contains four thousand steel balls. Upon detonation, the 4,000 steel balls scatter like petals in a celestial dance, instantly eliminating enemies."

Without needing to think, Mo Jiuya knew this was a weapon designed for area attacks.

He now wished his injuries would heal immediately so he could witness the power of these weapons firsthand.

Reflecting on his injuries, Mo Jiuya was genuinely grateful for He Zhiran's presence. Otherwise, he might not even be alive right now.

As he silently thanked her in his heart, he suddenly felt a tightness in his lower abdomen.

Seeing He Zhiran leave with a box of grenades, he struggled to get up.